Author's Note: I do not own any of the "Team Fortress 2" characters or locations. This is merely for entertainment purposes, and I am not looking to profit off of this piece of fiction. All characters/locations belong to Valve.

I really fell in love with the Spy/Scout's Mom pairing, so I decided to write a fiction about the two! However, it will include the Scout's family, which are his brothers. I've also decided to include my OC into the Scout's family: Her name is Sherry, the youngest out of all the children.

The names of the family are these: Helene (Mom, Ma, Mother, age 52), Samuel (oldest, age 34), Sawyer (age 32) Seamus and Shad (twins, age 30), Shane (age 26), Shaun (age 25), Sherman (age 22), Scott, AKA, the Scout (age 20), and Sherry (youngest out of them all, the only daughter/sister of the family; age 16).

Without further ado, I present to you, "Family", my very first Team Fortress 2 fiction!

Sherry gratefully ran from the school as the bell rang loudly, glad that classes were finally over for the day. She carefully maneuvered around the sea of arms, legs, and talking as she made her way to the exit of her high school. Outside, it was just as chaotic as it was on the inside; students were trying to find their bikes or their parent's cars or trying to get onto the yellow school buses that were waiting to tow the students to their homes.

Thankfully, Sherry had a ride to and from school; it was called her Mother's Volkswagen Mini bus. She spotted it instantly in the crowd of regular, ordinary cars; it was painted powder blue and stood out like a sore thumb amongst all of those small cars.

"Hi, Mom." She said as she plopped herself into the front seat of the large vehicle, snapping her seatbelt on. Next to her sat her Mother, Helene, dressed in a baby blue dress, her midnight black hair done up in its usual beehive style. She smiled at Sherry as she pulled away from the curb, making sure that she would not collide with the traffic.

"Hi, sweetie. How was school today?" She asked simply as she came to a stop at a red light. How was school for her today?

"Same old, Mom. Nothing exciting." Sherry said with a soft sigh. She hated it whenever she asked her that question every single day. She really hated it when she asked her on the day that she had a pop quiz and was sure that she didn't do well.

"Well, maybe this will excite you; your brothers are coming over for dinner tonight, and Scott is spending a week at home. Also, I have someone extra coming over as well." She added as she accelerated, deciding to head into the left lane. At the mention of someone extra coming over, Sherry's interest was caught.

"Will I finally get to meet your boyfriend?" Sherry asked playfully. Indeed, her Mother had been seeing someone…That is, whenever Sherry wasn't around. Her Mother didn't have to worry about her older brothers; they were all grown and had jobs. Sherry had been dying to see who this mysterious man was that her Mother was seeing; he had often sent her Mother fabulous gifts through the mail; flowers, chocolates, love letters, perfume, even jewelry! Whoever this man was, he was a real lady-charmer.

"Yes, you all will meet him. He asked about all nine of you and he wants to meet you. So, tonight, I'm preparing a large meal for all of us; you know how much your brothers eat." Helene said affectionately; Sherry was the only female in the house besides her, and the youngest as well. Often, when growing up, she had to fight for her fair share at mealtimes.

"So, there will be eleven of us at one table tonight? Mom, you're doing the impossible." Sherry joked. In their household, her Mother always said "There's no such word as 'impossible'", and she meant it. Helene had raised nine children on her own for as long as Sherry could remember.

"Where there's a will, there's a way, Sherry." Helene said as she pulled into the driveway of their house. While growing up, Sherry always thought that the house had been too small to accommodate ten people; now that it was pretty much just her and her Mother, it seemed too large with its mod designs and gigantic glass windows. The lawn was kept neat and tidy, only a few bits and pieces of shrubbery and one gigantic weeping willow tree. That tree had been around since they moved here when Sherman had been born, and it had provided them all with endless hours of hide 'n seek, Adventure, and hanging out.

"I just need to ask you a favor, sweetie." Helene said as she pulled out her house key, unlocking the front door.

"What?" Sherry asked as they stepped inside. She could hear somebody approaching to her left, but she hadn't been fast enough to turn and see who it was. In an instant, she was embraced in a bear-hug, the familiar smell of masculinity and sweat filling her nose.

"Try not ta scream when ya see me." The familiar voice said as the person hugged her tightly. Indeed, Sherry did scream, but not out of fear; out of happiness.

"Scott! Oh, it's so good to see you again!" Sherry screamed as she too wrapped her arms around the young man that embraced her. The young man named Scott promptly let her go and put both hands on her shoulders, looking her over.

"Hey hey hey! Did ya get taller while I was gone?" Scott said with mild humor in his voice. Sherry nodded her head excitedly. Scott was her older brother by four years, making him the closest to her age-wise.

"Two inches! But you still tower over me!" Sherry said excitedly as Helene made her way to the kitchen to put a large roast into the oven.

"Hey, Ma! This kid, right here, just got taller by two inches!" Scott said as he gently shook Sherry's shoulder, his smile broad.

"I'm aware of that, Scott. I've had to let down the hems of some of her clothes already. Now, be a dear and take off your hat while you're in the house." Helene said as she set the timer on the roast. In ways, her voice had some tension to it, and Sherry knew why; Helene wasn't fond of Scott being a Mercenary for some unknown military group (Scott wouldn't tell them who it was; it was classified information). Scott groaned lightly as he took off his black baseball cap.

"Ma, I know. You don't hafta remind me." He said as he put it on a hook. Sherry didn't care if the tension between her Mother and Scott was tight; she had her favorite brother back for an entire week!

"And both of you wash up and change into clean clothes! We have company coming tonight, and I want you both looking your best!" Helene called from the kitchen. This time, she prompted groans from both of her children.

"Aw, Ma!"

"Mo-ther!"